Amanda was born in Virginia, and has since then spent time in Indonesia, Micronesia, Missouri, and Arizona, with brief layovers in California and Colorado. In 1990 she was sucked into the gravity well of Texas, and hasn't managed to escape. Yet.
She lives in a garret in Austin, and can be found haunting absinthe bars. She isn't dying of consumption, but does suffer from "cedar fever." Her day job sometimes lets her dress as a giant worm.
She still occasionally mans a derelict blog, but for Proustian minutiae you're better off finding her on Facebook. She doesn't speak of herself in the third person there. Usually.
Lovecraftian urban fantasy, but it's Lovecraft with all the worst exceses taken out. Beautifully written and brilliantly paced.
When Liz Drake's best friend vanishes, nothing can stop her nightmares. Driven by the certainty he needs her help, she crosses a continent to search for him.
She finds Blake comatose in a Vancouver hospital, victim of a mysterious accident that claimed his lover's life--in her dreams he drowns. Blake's new circle of artists and mystics draws her in, but all of them are lying or keeping dangerous secrets. Soon nightmare creatures stalk the waking city, and Liz can't fight a dream from the daylight world: to rescue Blake she must brave the darkest depths of the dreamlands. Even the attempt could kill her, or leave her mind trapped or broken.
And if she succeeds, she must face the monstrous Yellow King, whose slave Blake is on the verge of becoming forever.